I sing in The Strange Heat, eat pizza, and sleep a lot.
All I care about is my band. Fuck school, fuck boys, fuck everything else. All that matters is music.
No, this isn’t a bitter post at all. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I’m living out my dream and can not wait to see where it takes me.
Yay! We met Olivia tonight! :D
Two of the most awesome and nicest girls ever. I can’t even thank you both enough for coming out! Your support means the world to me xx
Oh and I’m going to go slather pink hairdye all over my head and see what happens.
Confession time: I totally LOVE the whole 90’s grunge look thing coming back..
I’ve been feeling incredibly average lately and I blame the events that have happened recently. I allowed myself to be average to someone and I’m not going to let that happen ever again.
The silly thing is that they are the one that is incredibly average. Funny how that works.
So, I’m going to get out of this average rut and back to myself. Why I’ve let someone so plain and boring do this to me, I don’t know. But I’m going to write a song or two, possibly dye my hair, wear a bit more color, maybe even do my makeup differently.. I’m not sure.. But I’m sure as hell not going to let someone comparable to wallpaper and predictable as the most basic story you can think of dull me down.
Girl power or some shit.
Just don’t let basic people make you feel basic.
Last Hope-Paramore
God bless this band.
So, I was just going through one of my tracked tags and found these ridiculous manips of an already cute actor’s face on some male model’s body and it was just such a turn off!
And that’s when I realized that if a guy ever tries to seduce me by trying to be all sexy and whatnot, he will more than likely receive a punch to the face (I probably don’t have the nerve to actually punch him in the face, so I would actually just laugh at him, but whatever.. let’s pretend I’m a badass).
Stop with the damn selfies on instagram of your abs and don’t snapchat me pictures of you without a shirt on. You look like a douchebag and it’s not cute.
I like guys best when they’re just being their self. When they’re moseying around in a tshirt and being funny and cute and not trying to put on some damn Hollister model act or something.
For some reason I felt this was necessary to write.
I made a sideblog to reblog all of the things I don’t want to reblog on here (because I’m picky and weird whatever).
I just think that if you’re going to be a shitty person, you should at least own up to it.
